... in sickness and in health ...
That's how I'm passing this week.
What? No, I'm not getting married. It just feels like my body isn't quite sure whether it wants to be sick or not.
On monday, I got down with influenza, mostly in the stomach area. Not only does that hurt and feel awfully bad, it also involves your yesterday's lunch reversing direction halfway through the digestive system, and finding the wrong way out. Some people call that puking. Being restless, doing nothing, I tried to do some work for Debian.
Now usually, when I get sick, I get really sick. For one day. The next day, I can work again. That doesn't mean I'm at my best, but at least I can handle some stuff. So on tuesday, I went to work, since I had this appointment on wednesday and I still had to prepare some stuff for that.
I made the mistake, however, of not dressing warmer than usual. With my body still recovering, and with the extra bad weather in the evening, I caught a bad cold.
So on wednesday, I stayed at home. Lucky for me, customer had asked to postpone the appointment on wednesday to thursday, since he wasn't going to get everything ready in time otherwise. Me, I was still feeling the leftover sickness from the influenza, and now this cold was tearing me down.
But as before, after one day I felt much better, so I thought I'll just dress much better this time, go to that appointment, and make the best of it. I figured it couldn't be that bad.
Except that in a data center, the temperature is optimized for computers, not for sick human beings; and nobody cares about the noise, or about the fact that trying to yell above said noise isn't a very good idea if your voice is having issues because of some virus.
I guess the only nice thing that happened this week was that nice lady on the train who gave me a clean handkerchief when my own was... well... you don't want to know.
Tomorrow, I guess I'll just stay in bed. And on saturday, and perhaps even sunday, too. Get this week over with.